Ruth Fielding in Moving Pictures; Or, Helping the Dormitory Fund

he was none the worse for his bath in the river. He, too, had been d

"It is better to have a bad taste in your mouth

" cried Tom. "You'd think I

have the croup," sugg

suggestion. He had begun to notice that his sister and Ru

s me just as they always have; but even Colonel Post takes off his hat to our Helen on the street with overp

little Helen is growing up, I expect. She's taken a lon

she is," growled Tom. "Bu

not like it a bit. He was a manly fellow and had always observed a protective air with Ruth

," he grumbled. "I have a good mind to wa

aughed Ruth. "Better 'bide a wee,' Tommy. Sister will

obbins' sister. Behave, w

bled in and, letting herself down into her low chair, with a groan of "

d. "Truly, you look as colicky as Amos Dod

what is coming over these girls-Ruth and my sister," he said, "They're beg

nce!' an' they've jest got to march, I reckon," and Aunt Alvirah sighed, too. Then her little, bird-like eyes twinkled suddenly and she chuckled

ing up. "I guess she's only making

ons hurried away, for it was close to supper time. Both Helen and Tom were greatly interested i

how she is," Tom announced. "I'll see her befor

had gone, "Tom seems to have been wonderful

ined to criticize. He was a tall, dusty, old man, for whom it seemed a hard task ever to speak

is house seems to be nigh full of 'e

e, for a fac', when my pretty

ing the supper table with puckered lips, whistling softly. This

k, where he had just taken his face out of the soapsuds bath he always gave

gals an' c

e to some

remonstrated

g, Uncle Jabez," she declared. "There is a

girls and bl

st things a fa

face came out of the huck towel, she put both arms a

r a time. There seemed no answer to be made to such an argumen

nt the profits of the day, as he always did every evening, Aunt A

ed to have me set so mean a table when you air here. For he doe

thought he was cured

e, my pretty, I have to steal out things a'tween meals to Ben sometimes, or that boy wouldn't have half enough to eat

ience now than she once had for her great uncle's penu

Alvirah asserted. "Sometimes I feel

"You would be a blessing, not a burden, in anybody's house. Uncle Jab

y bones! I'm a poor, rheumaticky creeter-and nobody but Jabez wo

u have kept his house for him, and mended for him, and made a home

our Father in Heaven, ev'ry day of my life, for takin' me away from that poorfarm an' makin'

ould almost wish you hadn't got all that money you did, for gittin' back the lady's necklace. Spendin' money breeds the itch for spendin' m

ink of me-I am glad t

. "But it's hard on Jabez. He was givi

Ruth, with a pout. She could speak plainly t

ven if he only spent money on ye for fear of what the neighbors would say. O

ing it rather hard. "You want me

s sake-only for his s

Ruth. "He has helped her quite a little. He

cy's mother has got a legacy from some distant relative and now there ain't a soul on whom Jabez

nd now--Oh, my back! and oh, my bones!" and thus groaningly Aunt Alvirah finished her qu